the edge as he kicked off his running shoes. “This is true. I’ll spare you the finer details, but you jump off the roof of the frat house at the end, in case you were wondering.”
“Do I die?”
He shook his head. “No, you just get all mangled and paralyzed and shit, and Sydney comes to see you, and she’s all guilty and sad, so she throws herself into Lake Alice and gets eaten by an alligator.”
I looked at him for a few seconds, seriously wondering if he was half-cocked. “You’re a sick motherfucker.”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I know. It’s part of my charm.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He pulled one of his dirty socks off and threw it at me. I batted it away before it smacked me in the face. It was damp.
“Asshole.”
“Pussy,” he countered.
“Fuck you. Are you coming with me or not?”
“You seriously want to go, like really?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, sort of hating myself in that moment. “Yeah, I don’t think I have another choice. I have yet to get over her.”
“And going to her concert where she’ll be dancing around in tiny, sexy outfits is going to do that?” he scoffed, but he had a point.
“Hell if I know. Maybe I just need to see that she’s not interested in me anymore, that she didn’t actually send me these tickets on purpose, that she doesn’t want me there. Then I’ll stop wanting her.”
Jake gave me a look like he doubted that, and he was right. This was an almost decade long crush we were talking about, and he’d lived it for two years with me. It wasn’t going away overnight.
“You know why you can’t get over her, don’t you?”
“Why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Because you won’t get under anyone else,” Jake, the king of the one night stands, said, laughing as he did.
Yeah, I ’d completely walked into that one.
“I have standards,” I defended. “Unlike some people I share a wall with.”
“Hey, you weren’t complaining when that KD Melissa was moaning and making all of those sexy noises two nights ago.”
I looked at him like he was crazy or maybe just deaf. “So the not so subtle banging on the wall between our beds wasn’t enough for you?”
He shrugged. “I thought you were cheering us on.”
“You’re so full of shit. Dude, I’ve heard you with more women this year alone. You owe me this.”
He groaned. “Isn’t it going to just be a bunch of fourteen year-old girls? We’re going to look like gay douchebags.”
I shot him a look, basically letting him know that he didn’t have another option. I was very close to issuing a moratorium on no sex in our room if he didn’t agree to come with me.
“There will be plenty of girls over the age of eighteen there,” I promised.
I’d been to Syd’s shows before. Jake wouldn’t be starving for female attention. He might have to keep things PG if there were kids seated near us, but I’d deal with that when the time came.
He finally sighed. “Fine. When’s the concert?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“I’m in, but I’d better get some pussy out of it.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, waving him off. “ We’ll find you some college-age pussy. I promise.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you,” he said, shaking his head before he left the room to jump in the shower.
* * *
The next night, Jake was eating his words as he flirted with the brunette next to him. She was a freshman at UCF, and her friend kept trying to talk to me. I was polite until the lights dimmed and the opening act came out. Then I paid attention to the band, who sounded a little bit like The Fray, and I wanted to like them, but I’d heard rumors that Sydney was dating the lead singer.
He was your typical bad boy rocker with tattoos up and down both arms and a carefree attitude. I’d seen pictures of them together in Celebrity Weekly a few weeks earlier. He was good looking in a Chris Martin from Coldplay kind of way. I automatically didn’t like him, but then
“Do I die?”
He shook his head. “No, you just get all mangled and paralyzed and shit, and Sydney comes to see you, and she’s all guilty and sad, so she throws herself into Lake Alice and gets eaten by an alligator.”
I looked at him for a few seconds, seriously wondering if he was half-cocked. “You’re a sick motherfucker.”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I know. It’s part of my charm.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He pulled one of his dirty socks off and threw it at me. I batted it away before it smacked me in the face. It was damp.
“Asshole.”
“Pussy,” he countered.
“Fuck you. Are you coming with me or not?”
“You seriously want to go, like really?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, sort of hating myself in that moment. “Yeah, I don’t think I have another choice. I have yet to get over her.”
“And going to her concert where she’ll be dancing around in tiny, sexy outfits is going to do that?” he scoffed, but he had a point.
“Hell if I know. Maybe I just need to see that she’s not interested in me anymore, that she didn’t actually send me these tickets on purpose, that she doesn’t want me there. Then I’ll stop wanting her.”
Jake gave me a look like he doubted that, and he was right. This was an almost decade long crush we were talking about, and he’d lived it for two years with me. It wasn’t going away overnight.
“You know why you can’t get over her, don’t you?”
“Why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Because you won’t get under anyone else,” Jake, the king of the one night stands, said, laughing as he did.
Yeah, I ’d completely walked into that one.
“I have standards,” I defended. “Unlike some people I share a wall with.”
“Hey, you weren’t complaining when that KD Melissa was moaning and making all of those sexy noises two nights ago.”
I looked at him like he was crazy or maybe just deaf. “So the not so subtle banging on the wall between our beds wasn’t enough for you?”
He shrugged. “I thought you were cheering us on.”
“You’re so full of shit. Dude, I’ve heard you with more women this year alone. You owe me this.”
He groaned. “Isn’t it going to just be a bunch of fourteen year-old girls? We’re going to look like gay douchebags.”
I shot him a look, basically letting him know that he didn’t have another option. I was very close to issuing a moratorium on no sex in our room if he didn’t agree to come with me.
“There will be plenty of girls over the age of eighteen there,” I promised.
I’d been to Syd’s shows before. Jake wouldn’t be starving for female attention. He might have to keep things PG if there were kids seated near us, but I’d deal with that when the time came.
He finally sighed. “Fine. When’s the concert?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“I’m in, but I’d better get some pussy out of it.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, waving him off. “ We’ll find you some college-age pussy. I promise.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you,” he said, shaking his head before he left the room to jump in the shower.
* * *
The next night, Jake was eating his words as he flirted with the brunette next to him. She was a freshman at UCF, and her friend kept trying to talk to me. I was polite until the lights dimmed and the opening act came out. Then I paid attention to the band, who sounded a little bit like The Fray, and I wanted to like them, but I’d heard rumors that Sydney was dating the lead singer.
He was your typical bad boy rocker with tattoos up and down both arms and a carefree attitude. I’d seen pictures of them together in Celebrity Weekly a few weeks earlier. He was good looking in a Chris Martin from Coldplay kind of way. I automatically didn’t like him, but then
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